For the old building at 73 Basinger Street, tenants are a very fickle thing.
Maybe a Hungarian tourist couple who loves photography moved in last month, and this month a Romanian worker who likes to go fishing on the Danube River may move in. In a few months, he may become a bad Italian gambler.
In addition, you will also encounter Serbs, Ukrainians, Russians, and Bulgarians in the east, Czechs, and Poles in the north, and Croats and Slovenes in the south... The variety is so diverse that it is dazzling.
Here, everyone is a mixed bag, and everyone has their own lease period, which can be as short as one or two months, or as long as two or three years.
But the old man in Room 303 seems to have never considered the lease term. He has been living in No. 73 since six years ago. He doesn't have a job, but he can pay his rent on time and ensure that he has enough to eat and drink. He has no spouse or children at home and lives a very simple life alone.
In the eyes of outsiders and even Kawei, this is a dying old man with no sense of existence.
But now it seems that he and Mick have known each other for a long time.
Once you get involved with Mick, ordinary things become extremely complicated. Looking at the chicken feathers in this place, Kawei knew very well that he had been completely trapped. It was impossible to separate the relationship, and he could only choose to protect himself as much as possible.
"Do you know why that damn fat guy came to see me?" Mick became interested, "Tell me about it."
Kawei stood up and crossed the two couples in Room 102, walked carefully to the desk, and took out a map from the drawer. The entire process was carried out under the surveillance of Mick's 12mm caliber percussion gun.
"After you left that day, I specially found the location of the library and marked it. The day before yesterday, Mr. Andre came to see me and probably turned over the desk while I was away, so..."
Mick is not stupid. He looked at the map and quickly discovered the problem: "You mean, this damn fat guy thought that I killed Rosa just by looking at a circle + the name 'Mick'?"
"this......"
Kawei glanced at the old man meaningfully: "Because Mr. Andre said that he saw you entering my room that day, and mistakenly thought that you and I were in the same group, so he wanted to extort money. Unfortunately, I am penniless. I guess he thought it wasn’t enough, so he went to your place to get money.”
Mick narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately noticed something was wrong. He moved the gun to the old man's forehead again: "Andre saw me when 302 died that day? Why didn't I know?"
"I do not know either!"
While the old man denied it repeatedly, he immediately directed the trouble to Kawei: "Mr. Mick, I have been with you for so long, and you know best who I am. I have never said a word about this matter, and I never would have done so before. , and it won’t happen in the future, so this kid must have said it!”
"Not you?"
"no!"
"Are you sure it was him who leaked the secret?"
"Yes, it must be him!"
The dirty water poured on Kawei quickly caused a strange chemical reaction with the idea of protecting his own safety in his mind. Coupled with the catalyst of 303's previous tip-off to Andre, the reaction became extremely violent.
The result of the reaction was that Kawei had the idea of killing 303 completely.
This time, his life was at stake, and it was no longer a temporary impulse, but a real murderous intention.
However, Mick, who presided over the life and death of both of them, was quite fair. He not only paid attention to evidence, but also gave people enough opportunities to explain, so Kawei just smiled helplessly and did not immediately refute.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Mick frowned and continued to ask 303: "You said it was him who leaked the secret... then [Mr. Carvey did not leak your identity or whereabouts, he didn't even communicate with you" Andre has been in contact.] Who reported this news to me? Could it be that the information you gave me was wrong?"
"No, no." The old man was frightened when he was asked: "The news and the actual situation often overlap in time. It is true that he had never been in contact with Andre before, but then..."
"Later? Which came later?"
"The night of February 27th."
"The day before yesterday?"
"right."
"Since it was the day before yesterday, why didn't you report it? Don't tell me you didn't know, the news of that fat man's death was in the newspapers!" Mick's tone gradually became higher, and a circle of gunshot marks was pressed on the old man's wrinkled forehead. , "You know I hate guys who are irresponsible at work!"
"No, no, no, no, Mr. Mick, please let me explain."
"Oh? How can this be explained?"
A smile suddenly broke out on Mick's stern face, but his finger subconsciously pressed down on the cold trigger: "Give you one minute, tell me quickly, don't let me down!"
The old man was really anxious. At the end of winter at the end of February, he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew very well that in this situation, Mick would collapse at any time, and he would continue to lie without paying attention to both ends, which would only have the opposite effect in the end.
The only chance of survival is to take a chance and tell the truth.
"I did mention something about you to Mr. Andre before." The old man was afraid that Mick would be impulsive, so he quickly said a transitional sentence, "But! There is a 'but' here, Mr. Mick! But I only said 'Man in Black' definitely didn't say your name!"
"Why do you say it?"
"I just want to borrow Andre's hand to make some extra money..."
Mick sighed: "If this is true, it would make some sense. He heard about the 'Men in Black' from you, then ran to Room 301 and saw the map and name, and finally went to the library to find me... ....But, I also have a but here! But the premise is that all this is true!"
"Mr. Mick, of course these are true!"
"How do you expect me to trust you?"
"I didn't say panic!"
"You said just now that there were no leaks, but what about now?"
"I didn't! I only mentioned, 'The man in black ran from 302 to 301,' and nothing else!"
Mike opened the chair, stood up slowly, and bent the old man's neck with the barrel of the gun in his hand: "No matter what the facts are, your explanation is too pale."
"Mr. Mick, please spare me, I really didn't say anything!!!"
"There are so many people in the library waiting for news. If I don't kill you, how will I work there in the future?"
The old man really couldn't find a chance to survive. In desperation, he could only look at Kawei and yelled: "Mr. Kawei, you should know the truth! Mr. Andre must have told you! I have never revealed anything about Mick 'This name! I don't have it!! You must help me!!!"
Kawei wanted to shake his head, then smiled and spread his hands and said "no".
But considering the relationship between the other party and Mick's superiors and his subordinates, as well as Mick's eccentric temper, he still had to choose to tell the truth.
Of course, there are many ways to tell the truth. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the map and chose the most ambiguous one: "Andre did not mention the name 'Mick', and I don't know if he knew it. Maybe it was because of it. I thought of it after seeing the map, maybe I already knew it before but just happened to not mention it."
The old man's mind went blank after hearing this: "You...you liar!"
"I am telling the truth."
"No, you bastard...Mr. Mick, don't believe him, he is trying to trick me!"
"I can understand everything he says, I don't need you to explain it again."
"I really didn't say that! Really!!!"
"You know best whether you tell me or not!"
"asshole!"
...
"Dong dong~"
"..."
"Dong dong dong~~"
"..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and room 301 suddenly became quiet, just like the orchestra conductor drew a pause.
Deadly quiet.
There were scattered knocks on the door, and beside the door was the young man who claimed to be an assistant. He guarded the door like a log and never moved.
On the floor in front of the door were three corpses that had fallen to the ground one after another. They were in different postures, stacked on top of each other in a messy manner, and naturally they would not move.
Beyond the body was the table, and Kawei was sitting aside, looking toward the door and waiting for Mick's next reaction. His body seemed to have completely calmed down, but his mind did not dare to be still. Faced with the ever-changing situation, he had to force himself to repeatedly rehearse various situations he would encounter.
Not far away from him, Mick's eyes were turning on the old man and Kawei, his ears were listening to the door, and he had a gun in his hand, with no intention of moving.
In front of Mick was an old man kneeling on his knees. His head and neck were still pressed against the table by the barrel of the gun, and he didn't dare to move at all. Tears and sweat were mixed together due to the squeeze of wrinkles on his face, and his expression was miserable.
Only those eyes still had a glimmer of hope in his whole body, staring at Kawei who was telling the truth but thinking about how to kill him.
"..."
The whole room was in a stalemate until the person outside the door spoke and broke the silence of 301: "Mr. Kawei? Are you still there?"
"Who is it?" Mick asked the old man softly.
The old man blinked and replied: "It seems to be a woman in her 20s in Room 202 downstairs."
"It's so early in the morning, she doesn't have to go to work?"
"I just moved here from Serbia a week ago and haven't had time to find a job yet."
Kawei saw Mick wink at him, thought for a moment and then replied: "Well, I'm here, what's wrong?"
"I'd like to borrow something from Mrs. Cahill downstairs. Are they still here?"
"No more." Kawei glanced at the body at his feet, "Left long ago."
"...It's strange, there's no one at home, where are they?"
Kawei made up a random reason: "I guess I went shopping."
"Um, maybe...excuse me."
It was quiet again outside the door.
"gone?"
The assistant at the door nodded.
Mick received a positive reply and suddenly put away his pistol. Not only did he let the old man sit back in the chair, but he also put away his murderous intention: "Forget it, get up."
The old man was overjoyed, but his face remained calm: "Thank you Mr. Mick, I won't dare to do it again."
"It was this woman who made me change my mind. If you want to thank her, go and thank her."
Mick sighed and put the old man aside, took out another document from the suitcase and handed it to Kavi: "Andre didn't have a will, all he had was a charge of [extortion, attempted murder] . His property has been nationalized and now I will transfer it to you on behalf of the country."
Kawei looked at the "contract" in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart.
There is no pie in the sky, let alone a property with a monthly rent of more than 50 kronor. But Mick's gun was still outside, and it took considerable courage to refuse the so-called gift.
"What? You don't want it?"
"Haha, I don't dare to ask for it." Kawei borrowed the words of Inspector Witte and said, "Many people have died in Building 73 recently. It is really evil."
"Oh, you have to." Mick turned to the last page of the document and revealed a slightly awkward signature, "Anyway, my name has been signed for you, I just wanted to give you a look."
Kavi:......
"What you have to do is help keep an eye on these tenants, who comes, who leaves, who has met whom, who likes whom, who hates whom, who does what job, what are their hobbies, and what is the specific purpose of coming here? Whatever, you can report any information to me anyway."
"Eyeliner?"
"Roughly the same."
Kawei looked at the document in his hand and finally understood the relationship between the 303 old man and Mick. The building belongs to Andre, but the people living in it are all seen by the old man, and the one who controls everything behind him is Mick.
"But I just got a job in a hospital and I'm usually away from home."
"Simple, quit. You can keep half of the rent, and food, drink, and food will not be a problem."
"This is impossible!"
Kawei can eat the worst bread and live in the trashiest low-rent housing, but he cannot lose his job. This is not simply about loving one's career, but also about retaining a path for advancement.
Seeing that the old man who had worked hard at the grassroots level for six years was still taking risks for those few crowns, Kawei was very convinced of this.
But reservations are reservations, and he must give a reasonable explanation: "Mr. Mick, it's not that I don't want to, but that Teacher Ignatz is too persistent. If I quit my job suddenly, he won't As for being suspicious, he would stare at me like a bee smelling nectar."
Kawei did a pretty good job of passing on the conflict. After all, Ignatz is also a baron and a social celebrity, so he can put some pressure on the other party.
But the focus of Mick's attention was not here at all: "Huh? Have you changed jobs?"
